He Missed His Imagined Future.

What Do You Mean By Meant? Given The Final Futility Of Our Struggle, Is The Fleeting Jolt Of Meaning That Art Gives Us Valuable? Or Is It The Only Value Passing Time As Comfortably As Possible?

I Thought Of The One Thing About Home That I Missed, My Dad's Study With Its Built-in, Floor-to-ceiling Shelves Sagging With Thick Biographies And The Black Leather Chair That Kept Me Just Uncomfortable Enough To Keep From Feeling Sleepy As I Read.

Last Words Are Always Harder To Remember When No One Knows That Someone's About To Die.

He Loved The Scratching Of Pencil Against Paper When He Was Focused: It Meant Something Was Happening.

This Is The Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, Right?